My senior pictures are supposed to go on her wall, but the picture wall is gone because the house is being sold because she is dead and grandpa doesn't want 5000 square feet of echoing footsteps.
I want someone to pull my hair out of my face when I cry about it. The last time someone did that was Jeremy at the last Telos that Abby was at.
I haven't gotten a chance yet to be not okay.
I just want to be sad and no one will let me feel things.
So I'm crying in front of a computer screen while everyone else is asleep to try and get the sad out.
This is a hideously unsubtle plea for comfort, if anyone would like to oblige.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Don't be afraid to grieve, I have a feeling it is harder for you to grieve things that are deep and entrenched in who you are - just an observation.
I believe, and I think most would agree that grief is a needed and necessary action as long as it is done with wisdom and in effort to seek clarity, not understanding.
Do not be afraid.
Post a Comment